Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.